My Day Is Coming - Kokane

Birth

The starting of a nigga’s place

Brought up in a land

Where ain’t no motherfucking rules

And niggas always dying from nothing

So sometimes in this society you gotta do fucked up shit

In order to be in a groove, serving

You know what I’m saying

But something in the back of my mind is like

Is like keep telling me

You know you gonna pay, Kokane

For the bad shit and evil shit you did to people

Maybe it might be a year from now

Maybe two years

But whenever it is

I gotta pay for that type of shit

You know what I’m saying

Cause

Some day I feel like my day is coming

Won’t you free my mind

Free my mind

Free my mind

Some day I feel like my day is coming

Please free my mind

Free my mind

Free my mind

Yeah, the setting

Just a beat with a bump

Say let me call on me back to the year '71

My momma’s in the delivery room

Waiting to push a motherfucking menace out her womb

Now, I didn’t know what poverty was

I was a decent little kid

At 12 I got my first buzz

I’m criminal free and un-wicked

But I can kick it

Even though I didn’t stick it, wait

Cause when you supressed ya start to think

And like all black folks we always end up hatin'

Now I’m waitin' for a section 8, the section ain’t

For there’s never too soon and it’s always to late

Now I’m beat breaking

I call it pop locking but the shit is playing up

So I start to ruck it

That great love flow through ya mind

Money keeps flowing

Flowing all the time

Yeah I’m a big talking shit for an adolecence

Slayers go floss a game and I didn’t have no shame

Looking back on my life I give myself sum dap

Cause I kill more niggas than a concentration camp

And fuck more bitches than new kids on the block

But something in the back of my mind is like

Stop

Release the tension

Now release the pain

Cause my surgeon general told me to wear my cap in the rain

Now everybody wants to be known

But they don’t know where the future came from

Yeah

Cause everyone I envy all of a sudden pick up a fever

And they shooting down people like a hunter in duck season

But I don’t dwell on it

And if I had to play it like poker I wouldn’t fold on it

Panties on my pager, panties won’t quit

Some show me love

But some be on a mission

Out to give me some I can’t get rid of, bitch

Maybe I’m the flavor of the month you adore

Or maybe my royalty checks are bigger than the year before

Now it’s Kokane this and Kokane that

Bitches all in my mix cause a nigga

Got my mega phone sack

Chronic sack

Give a bitch a hit

Cause motherfucking Kokane makes the fly shit

Now Lynn wants to know I got paid

But I overheard that she goes both ways

Or should I say A 'fuck it' or B 'don't wear a jimmy'

Playing craps on my life

I might have something in me

But the JD’s control my inner thinking

No but I can still catch the fever

If the pussy ain’t stinking

Some day I feel like my day is coming

Won’t you free my mind

Free my mind

Free my mind